Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.